I Choose You!
#110 Alright! Please!
I stretched a little.
UTS week is over!
Even with pride I could finish without a remedial. But that doesn't mean it's all done.
Because the Indonesian holiday month has not arrived, we have to continue the even semester. Although you have to divide the semester again with a vacation in the middle.
“Original, suddenly so.”
“Harun tuh, he joined student exchange, make what?”
“Nobody heard, he didn't say anything?”
This fellow girl gossip seems to be getting hotter. Especially with the piercing gazes of these never-satisfied people.
“Don't know too,” I replied as if, “Just want to learn as possible? Aaron is his academic son.”
There was no intention of me quenching their thirst. Better just answer the usual things that make sense.
“Why are you staying in Aaron?” A gista?
He started again. Fortunately, I was good hearted. Otherwise I would have taken that line as a huge insult and directly called a bulldozer.
I smiled stiffly, “What's left? If he wants to study outside, I'll stop him?”
“Iya, Ta. You like to think strangely,” Firna can not seem to cover her dislike.
“Who doesn't know if you're bickering.”
“That's in-check-in what's up?”
Gista, you dug your own grave~
“It....,” Rasyi, show your sad face, “I could not agree he went that way. He said very hard he had decided everything. It's sad, but I have to respect his will, right? That's his right too. That's why I can't do anything.”
There is nothing better than a valid but restricted reality.
“Ya, how to do again.”
“Rasyi only want to support aja.”
That's my way of saying, you're not a good friend because you don't want to let Aaron choose.
The proof is that Gista seems to be getting upset.
“Yesterday you took her off?”
“Boro-boro,” Firna opened her mouth first, “You'll be told it's time.”
Well, that's also because I don't want to know anymore. As sad as I was about what happened to us, I remained uncomfortable dealing with him.
“Yesterday I had a chance to give you a gift of mementos anyway,” one idea glide freely in my head, “Where if we send you gift package souvenirs from everything?”
“Rasyi, always be creative.”
“By time yes we sayin to class later.”
“Please send food market?”
“Basi first! Hahaha!”
Sweet laughter from these cute girls. It makes me feel older.
I think I'm a little more calm. Aaron never answered any contact from me. So, I guess, this could help us stay connected.
“Guys, Bu Jahna!”
Classes are getting crowded. Many unprepared children are trying to catch up on the time left to get back to their desk. Three minutes later, he arrived and the class began.
Let's heat up the brain.
“PR yesterday let's get together. Class leader, please take one-on-one,”guru turned out to start the thing that makes the class even more foggy.
The number of people who have not completed their tasks makes them faster to move the pen. But time runs out. The class leader was still collecting the task with Wira, the vice-chairman.
“Loh?” which book? How come there's no?
I'm sure that book I didn't even get to put in a bag or under a table. Firna and I checked both of us for answers and it lasted until empty hours earlier.
Then why not everywhere?
“Ras, Race, book,” Wira coming to me.
Huuh.., I think I have to deal with this.
I lift my hand until the teacher in front of me realizes, “Bu, sorry. My book is gone, bu.”
“Lost how does that mean?”
Yeah don't know lah~ “Tadi still there, at mom's desk, check-check time with Firna. But now there is no.”
“Ya, already. Try writing answer number one on the board. Here's the thing.”
Obviously, he did not believe.
Fortunately, I asked for Papa's guidance for PR this time.
I walked to the front of the class. Take confidence in the messages I received.
That dizzying homework was really done. So something like this is easy as long as I count it exactly. Because for papa, I'd rather not go to school, than just copy the answers.
A time like this I thank you in a cruel way papa in teaching. Makes me think, how did Fares survive this?
Baby Fares, don't be in my head for a second, okay? I want to focus first.
First, second, third. Chemistry is difficult to remember per-step. But I made it to the last line. His answers.
“Okay, you can sit down. I'll give you the next double PR. For now you don't have to collect.”
Wow, I thought the punishment would be more sweaty. That's better.
“Thank you, bu.”
I went back to my seat. With Firna who seemed to be very eager to talk.
“Where do you put it?” this whisper of a woman drew her mouth closer.
“I want to ask, see no? Here it was.”
Bullied him, “Exchange times with another.”
“Beautiful book is still exchangeable?” I showed off the cover of a book that I believed was unique.
“Who knows right?”
I can't believe it. The cover was mass produced, but I also deliberately bought one that was difficult to find.
“Udah ah. Later he thought,” I opened my notebook.
Whatever the case may be, I need to be ready for more PR than the teacher in front of us. In addition to that, the teacher began to explain. I have to pay attention so at least I know what I'm confused about. Before papa attacks.
Getting used to the colorful notes, made me play with bright stationery.
Spend time neatly composing the writing, making time pass.
“That's a lot of PR,” Firna with her crisp laugh.
I rolled my eyes, “Well, thankfully papa can be asked to help.”
“Enak yes, have a handsome father.”
“Your single disease is stage four huh?”
“Hih, who is talking?”
Ja. Thank you for reminding me of my combo over forty years.
I tidied up the book correctly now, “Let's help me ask the kids if I have my book?”
“Ask Iqbal tuh. The most he took,” Firna pointed at the back person at the end there.
Yeah, not wrong. Because he's the last one about PR. So copying became his favorite way out. But he was not good at asking for permission.
“Iqbal~!” I immediately stood up and turned my gaze to her, “My PR book is on you?”
“Ye, recriminate work!”
“Kan usually you who like to take do not say...it's my nail clippers right?!”
He was silent, but innocently still using it.
“Ih! Don't just cut his nails! Make dirty!” I don't like it, but I have to wait.
“Yes, I'll be back in.”
Stand me there, “No. I'll wait until it's done!”
I looked to my right. At a glance look at the wall bookshelf, the results of yesterday's decoration. Various donation books are already in....
My hand pulled out one book that lay on top of the various books. Make sure what I see is no more than five seconds. Right, this is my PR book. However, does the book have legs to walk itself here?
“Nih,” Iqbal handed the nail clippers over to me.
I directly took. Making an upset face like I always do.
“Sok cute.”
“Biarin!” I went straight back to my desk.
Sit down and Firna realizes it.
“Bener in Iqbal?”
My head shook. Trying to check the book, “Not. Nemu on the back shelf...”.
Eh?
“Kok is the book?!”
That's what I'm asking, too.
In front of him is good. That beautiful cover still stuck firmly in the book. But not in it. That many sheets were scorched to shreds.
Of course it's people's behavior. But who? Wh why?
My brain must be slow. Of course, I know why and who.
Firna went to check my book, “Kok. Kok.... Who?”
“No idea,” I lied.
Because I knew Gista would be depleted if I continued the conflict.
Son, you want this old bully aunt? Yes already! I will look forward to your next effort! Please!
